What’s wrong with looking nice?
What’s wrong with being kind?
Who cares if I like pink,
I don’t care what you think,
I want my nails done,
And my hair in a messy bun,
It’s not who I am,
Or what I am,
They’re just clothes,
That’s just a purse,
Who cares how much it was,
You can be you,
And I’ll be me,
Leave me alone,
and I’ll leave you be.
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